Chapter 104
“I told you I wouldn’t be gentle p>
She nodded weakly beneath the blindfold, breath shaky. She had known. She had wanted the intensity, the surrender of it.
He moved again, letting her feel every inch of him. Each thrust tugged at the clamps. Each shift of her hips tightened the ropes at her ankles. Luca moved inside her with steady force, hips driving forward and pulling back with an intensity that bordered on ruthless.
His fingers tangled briefly in the chain between the clamps, the other folded into a fistful of hair.
A groan tore from his throat. Being inside her, finally, felt overwhelming. She was tight, impossibly tight, her body clenching around him.
He glanced down to where they were joined, watching the rhythm of his body disappearing into hers. The sight alone pushed him closer to the edge. He increased his pace, each thrust landing deeper, harder, making sure she felt the full weight of him every time he drove forward.
Vee writhed beneath him, torn between the sting and the swelling heat building again in her core. Her cries filled the room. She urged him on even as her voice trembled with overload. “Luca—” she gasped.
“You have the safe word,” he whispered against her ear. “You want me to stop? Use it.” He released the chain and slid his hand between them, fingers searching until he found her clit that had already been made raw from earlier. When he began to rub her there, the change in her reaction was immediate.
Her mouth fell open, frozen in a breath she could not seem to complete. Air rushed in and out in shallow pulls. Her body strained against the cuffs, against the ropes, chasing sensation she could not escape. Her lungs burned. Her thoughts fractured into flashes of feeling.
Pain bled into pleasure until she could not tell where one ended and the other began.
Each thrust drove into her while his fingers worked relentlessly, pushing her body toward another peak whether she felt ready or not.
She could not close her mouth. Could not steady her breathing. Every nerve felt lit from the inside.
He groaned. “I knew fucking you would be beautiful.” His hand unclasped the nipple clamps and letting the sudden freedom of her peaks pull a sharp gasp from her lips. He bent forward, mouth closing over one, sucking with hunger, drawing her further toward the edge.
“God! Fuck me!” Vee screamed, every word a ragged plea as another orgasm began to coil inside her. “Please…please…please…please p>
Luca felt the storm building inside him, a slow-motion train wreck threatening to consume him. But he held back, tethering himself to the moment, needing her climax first. He yanked the blindfold from her face in one swift motion, letting their eyes meet as he kissed her.
He swallowed the jumbled sounds she made, tongues tangling, lips pressing with a possessive intensity. Her body clenched around him, spine arching, and she let out a long, piercing cry. At the very last second, he pulled out, jerking himself hard against her chest, grunts ripping from his throat, muscles taut and coiling.
Vee watched, breathless, her body still thrumming from the waves of her own release. He was magnificent in motion, every line of him coiled with power and lust.
When his climax finally ebbed, leaving him trembling and spent, he reached into the bedside drawer and retrieved wipes. His hands were careful as he started cleaning her chest. His fingers grazed over the tender, overstimulated skin, following the curves he had just worshiped with mouth and hand.
He moved lower, cleaning between her thighs. She flinched slightly, the faint twitch of sensitivity sending a rush of pride through him. Her body was raw, marked by both their pleasure and the evidence of her release—blood mingled with cum on the sheets. He traced the sight with careful fingers, feeling the satisfaction of having been the one to go where no man had gone before.
He worked carefully, untying the ropes from her ankles with fingers that had only minutes ago been merciless. The fibers slid away from her skin, leaving faint red impressions. He removed the cuffs from her wrists next, rubbing gently where the metal had pressed into her flesh. Her arms fell limp to the mattress.
He shifted lower, his palms wrapping around her calves, kneading the trembling muscles with slow strokes. “You okay?” he asked. For the first time tonight, he looked uncertain. As if the man who had dominated her so completely was now afraid he might have gone too far.
Vee nodded. The release had wrung her out, left her open and fragile.
“Bambola p>
“Yes… yes… I’m fine,” she breathed. “It’s just overwhelming p>
Her hand moved instinctively toward the sheets, seeking cover, a shield against how exposed she felt now that the intensity had passed. But Luca caught her wrist and smacked her fingers lightly away.
“Don’t p>
“Luca… I need to she began, her vulnerability surfacing.
“Don’t take the view away from me,” he murmured, leaning down to press a slow kiss to her belly button. The intimacy of it was different from before. Less punishing. He stretched out beside her, one arm propped beneath his head, the other hand roaming lazily up and down her chest.
His fingers traced over the marks he had left, following the faint bruises, the flushed skin. He leaned up to kiss her neck in appreciation. His lips lingered at the sensitive spot beneath her ear, drawing a soft shiver from her.
The contrast undid her.
Minutes ago, he had been relentless. Now he was being gentle.
“Was it good for you,” she asked suddenly, “as much as it was for me p>
Shyness crept over her features, warming her cheeks. For all her boldness, she still needed reassurance.
He let out a low breath. “You have no idea.” His eyes moved down her body slowly, openly. “I’ve never felt myself that hard before.” He shifted slightly, pressing his hips against her to prove it. “And I’m still hard p>
(Brought to you by Jennifer Willard. Love you. Whenever you want to give Vee and Luca some ass whooping, you just let me know p>